Looking For a Fight

When I was younger it was not unusual for my temper to get me in trouble. Not unlike other young men I was full of piss and vinegar and sometimes succumbed to a lack of judgement. There were times that I went looking for trouble and times when it came looking for me.

The saddest part about this is that generally when the two sides met there was more than a hullaballoo. Those that know me know that there are times when you would swear that a hurricane follows me because there is a whirlwind of activity and more trouble than you really want to be involved in. Simple is not a good description because sometimes simple got crumpled up, kicked in the mouth and pushed to the side.

As a slightly older and I think somewhat wiser man I have managed to avoid many of the stupid problems of the past. I ignore them or walk away or deal with them in a manner that prevents my having to contend with issues that in the past would have dogged me.

However there are moments when you can see flashes of the guy I used to be and sometimes people are surprised because even though it is infrequent there are flashes of that temper.

Typically if it manifests itself now it is because I am frustrated at the lack of understanding/response to a given subject. And if you catch me/confront me during these moments you may find that I am not real receptive to a quiet conversation. You may find that there is fire coming out of my nose but I have walked away so as to maintain a civil tongue.

If you choose to try and engage me during one of these moments consider yourself warned in advance that I may try to skin you alive and will eat you uncooked or charbroiled.